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It's early evening, and the light breeze stirs the ratlines and lanyards, whispering of secrets and far-off lands.
(bring me that horizon)
Even as the coy little wind rattles the beads in his hair against each other, Jack's all too well aware that it's not quite strong enough to do more than tease the edges of the Black Pearl's sails. He stands on deck, one hand resting lightly on the railing, and looks out toward the bar.
If he tries hard enough, he can almost pretend that the Pearl's just in port somewhere, and that if he turned around he'd see the long wide expanse of the ocean stretching out toward the sky.
Almost.
(bring me that horizon)
Even as the coy little wind rattles the beads in his hair against each other, Jack's all too well aware that it's not quite strong enough to do more than tease the edges of the Black Pearl's sails. He stands on deck, one hand resting lightly on the railing, and looks out toward the bar.
If he tries hard enough, he can almost pretend that the Pearl's just in port somewhere, and that if he turned around he'd see the long wide expanse of the ocean stretching out toward the sky.
Almost.